[ Everything moves in doubletime— they always do when people are scraping for their last breaths. Venom's got his rifle cocked and ready when the creature springs up, stock pressing a hard bruise just above his collarbone, but he can't get a good shot; Tetora struggles, lifts his arm right where Venom's lined his sight between an ear and a skull, and forces Venom to choose between inaction or friendly fire.
What happens afterwards is a complete fucking mystery. Magic? Making good use of a pressure point? ESP? Whatever the hell it is, it's a hand to a jaw and a one-two push, and the panther is down for the count.
Huh.
It's not so much Tetora's fervent cries for help that snap Venom out of it, but the scent of blood and the rumble of thunder. Slinging his SVG-67 back along the bisecting line of his spine, Venom trots over to Tetora and digs his blood-caked fingers under the fresh carcass blanketing that familiar, wiry body. ]
Calm down. [ there's a dead animal staining both of their clothes rn, and this motherfucker has the audacity to tell a kid to stay calm. incredible ] I got you.
[ A low grunt, and the still-twitching panther rolls sideways onto desiccated mud. ]
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What happens afterwards is a complete fucking mystery. Magic? Making good use of a pressure point? ESP? Whatever the hell it is, it's a hand to a jaw and a one-two push, and the panther is down for the count.
Huh.
It's not so much Tetora's fervent cries for help that snap Venom out of it, but the scent of blood and the rumble of thunder. Slinging his SVG-67 back along the bisecting line of his spine, Venom trots over to Tetora and digs his blood-caked fingers under the fresh carcass blanketing that familiar, wiry body. ]
Calm down. [ there's a dead animal staining both of their clothes rn, and this motherfucker has the audacity to tell a kid to stay calm. incredible ] I got you.
[ A low grunt, and the still-twitching panther rolls sideways onto desiccated mud. ]